Chapter 3 Desire for My Boyfriend's Daddy

I am twenty-one years old and I have worked hard to maintain my athletic and toned figure. I have always been proud of my body, and I love how my tight ass looks in my revealing workout gear. My long, dark hair falls in waves down my back and my emerald green eyes glisten with desire. My name is Isabella, but most people call me Bella.

I have been dating my boyfriend, Jake, for over a year now. He is the sweetest guy and I adore him. He always compliments me on my athletic body, and it makes me feel desired. But lately, I have been having illicit thoughts about his father, Daniel. He is in his late forties, but he is still trim and handsome. His silver hair only adds to his rugged charm, and I find myself getting wet whenever he is around.

I know it's wrong and I try to push the thoughts out of my mind, but they keep creeping back. I have never been attracted to older men before, but there is something about Daniel that draws me in. Maybe it's the way he walks with confidence, or the way his eyes linger on me a little too long. But every time I see him, I can't help but imagine what it would be like to fuck him.

One day, Jake's family invites me over for dinner. I arrive wearing a tight, black dress that hugs every curve, and I can feel Daniel's eyes on me as soon as I walk through the door. I greet everyone, but it's Daniel's deep voice that gives me goosebumps.

'Hello, Bella. You look stunning as always.' He says, his eyes piercing into mine.

'Thank you, Daniel.' I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

Throughout the dinner, I can feel his eyes on me, and the tension between us becomes almost unbearable. I excuse myself from the table, claiming I have to use the bathroom, but in reality, I need a moment to compose myself.

As I splash water on my face, images of Daniel flood my mind. I can feel my panties getting damp and I know that I can't resist this temptation any longer. I need to taste him, to feel him inside me.

I walk back to the dining room, my body trembling with anticipation. As I take my seat, I glance at Daniel and I know that he feels it too. His hand is clenched on the table, and I can see the desire in his eyes.

After dinner, Jake suggests we all watch a movie. I sit close to Daniel on the couch, my body practically vibrating with desire.

An hour into the movie and everyone is asleep apart from Daniel and me. Now is my chance, my hand casually brushes against his thigh and I can feel his muscles tense.

I continue to move my hand, slowly inching it up his leg until it reaches the bulge in his pants. I can feel the heat radiating from his body and I know he wants me just as much as I want him.

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against his ear as I whisper, 'I want you, Daniel.'

Without a word, he stands up and takes my hand, leading me to his bedroom. As soon as the door closes, he pushes me up against the wall and crashes his lips to mine.

His kiss is hungry and passionate, and I can feel his desire for me in every touch. He slowly slides his hand under my dress, grazing his fingers over my panties. I moan at his touch, craving more.

I quickly undo his pants, freeing his long, hard cock. I wrap my hand around it, eliciting a deep moan from Daniel. He pulls my panties to the side, exposing my dripping wet pussy, and pushes his thick cock inside me.

The feeling of him stretching me open is almost overwhelming. I grip onto him tightly, my nails digging into his back as he thrusts into me. The walls of my pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper, as we both chase our release.

Daniel's pace quickens and I can feel his long cock hitting all the right spots. I am on the edge of my orgasm, when he suddenly stops and pulls out of me.

'Don't worry, my dear. I'm not done with you yet.' He growls, turning me around and bending me over the bed.

He pushes his cock back inside me, this time from behind. I can feel my orgasm building again as he pounds into me with a wild intensity. I can tell he is close too, and with one final thrust, we both reached our climax, our bodies trembling and shaking with pleasure.

We collapse onto the bed, our breathing ragged and our bodies covered in sweat. I look over at Daniel, a content smile on his face, and I know that this is just the beginning of our illicit affair.

From that day on, our sexual encounters become more frequent and intense. We can't resist each other, and we often find ourselves sneaking away for quick rendezvous. Whether it's in his office, in the car, or even in the house while Jake is sleeping, we can't get enough of each other.

My desire for Daniel only grows stronger with each encounter, and I can't deny that I am falling in love with him. But I know that our relationship is forbidden, and it can't last forever.

One day, Jake catches us in the act, and I am sure that he will tell Daniel's wife about our affair. But instead, he quietly closes the door and walks away, never speaking of it again.

I am relieved and grateful that our secret is safe, but I can't help but feel guilty for betraying Jake's trust. I know I should end things with Daniel, but I can't bring myself to do it.

My body aches for him, my mind consumed by thoughts of him. I am constantly wanking his cock in my mind, imagining all the different ways he can pleasure me.

But one day, Daniel tells me that he has to end things. His family is going through a rough time and he needs to focus on them. I am crushed, but I know that he is doing the right thing.

I continue to date Jake, but our relationship is never the same. I am constantly reminded of my illicit desire for his father, and it takes all my self-control not to give in to it again.

Years go by, and I eventually marry Jake. We have a good life together, but I can't help but wonder what could have been with Daniel. I often find myself dampening my knickers at the thought of him, and I know that he will always hold a special place in my heart.

But it's not until Jake's uncle passes away, and I see Daniel again at the funeral, that I realize the depth of my feelings for him.

Seeing him again, after all these years, brings back all the passion and desire that I have been suppressing. And when he whispers in my ear, 'I still want you, Isabella,' I know that I will always want him too.